The night shift task
The night is approaching Mama is not yet home Shall we sleep with the gang Who terorise the streets and some Crr crrr the night shift insects scream Slightest is the mistake of killers Who roam for the dealers And keep he end of bargain Tho gaining is mandatory Sing us to sleep the first born tasked Hungry they sleep on the dirty floor
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